One Piece: Start as a mythical beast, practice to become stronger

The combined attack of Golden Lion, Charlotte Lingling, and Wang Zhi poured out like a landslide or tsunami, with the power to destroy the world condensed in each of their moves.

Their momentum swept all around, as if to tear the heaven and earth apart.

Everyone used their best skills without holding back.

The joint offensive of Golden Lion, Charlotte Lingling and Wang Zhi came like a torrential rain.

The power of each of them seemed to be able to shake the heavens and the earth, and they attacked Izambaron V. Nasujuro Saint with the momentum of destroying everything.

The golden lion stood high in the sky, its legs stepping on two floating boulders, its two swords sharp as if to tear the air apart.

His two swords were wrapped in golden whirlwinds, and the sword energy whistled out, forming two huge wind blades that swept across the earth like a tornado, and everything was cut into pieces wherever it passed.

Along with his "Lion's Roar", the violent sword energy rolled up waves of yellow sand and gravel and rushed straight towards Izambaron, as if to tear the opponent's body into millions of pieces.

At the same time, the big knife "Napoleon" in Charlotte Lingling's hand was burning with purple-red flames. Her huge body was like a moving volcano. Every time she stepped on the ground, a deep footprint appeared on the ground.

She raised her arms high and swung the sword down fiercely. The flames on the blade swept forward like erupting lava, and the scorching breath made it difficult to breathe.

The sword light carried a huge pressure, like a fire dragon pouncing on the enemy, and the flames stung people's eyes.

Wang Zhi’s attack made people feel chilled to the bone.

He raised his hands high, the air around him quickly condensed, and frost quickly spread with him as the center.

In a moment, the ground beneath his feet was frozen, and several icicles broke out of the ground and stabbed towards Izambaron with tremendous force.

Each icicle was as sharp as a knife, flashing with crystal cold light, and carrying the power to shatter steel, as if it was going to pierce the enemy through this icy light.

The combined attacks of the three met in the air; the three elements of wind, fire, and ice collided at the same time, bursting out with dazzling light.

The energy fluctuations roared like thunder, causing the air to tremble.

The storm swept the flames, the flames burned the ice, and the ice froze the storm. The three forces intertwined together to form a huge energy vortex.

The violent force at the center of the vortex quickly spread, and the shock waves spread out in all directions, as if to swallow up the entire world.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, this force finally poured down like a flood that broke through the dam, pressing down hard on Izambaron V. Nasujuro Saint.

At that moment, the earth seemed to be squeezed and wailed. The temperature in the air changed drastically, with both biting cold and scorching heat. All the energy gathered into an attack that was enough to destroy the world.

Every pirate watching could feel the violent aura coming towards them, causing them to feel boundless shock and fear in their hearts.

However, in the face of such a terrifying joint offensive, the expression on Izambaron V. Nasujuro Sei's face did not waver at all.

He just looked coldly at the overwhelming attack that was like the roar of heaven and earth, and a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes.

In the face of this earth-shaking power, he remained unmoved, as if the surging force was just a childish trick.

However, facing such a terrifying joint offensive, Izambaron V. Nasujuro Saint simply smiled contemptuously, with a cold light flashing in his eyes.

"That's it?" There was a hint of sarcasm in his voice, as if this scene was nothing more than a trivial prank in his eyes.

His eyes swept across the crowd like a sharp blade, as if he was examining the miserable state of these once invincible sea overlords.

As he sneered, his body sank slightly, and the knife in his hand quickly rose to a strange angle, with black flames and violent power lingering on the blade.

Then, he swung the knife violently. The movement seemed simple but extremely fast, as if this knife was the only thing between heaven and earth.

The sword light streaked across the night sky like a meteor and penetrated the entire battlefield like lightning.

As this shocking sword was swung out, the surrounding scene suddenly changed. The sky and the earth seemed to be torn apart by this force. The earth shook instantly and the air became heavy.

"boom--!"

With a loud bang, the pirates' offensive was as fragile as thin paper in front of the sword light and was torn apart in an instant.

Wherever the sword light passed, the originally roaring storm was forcibly torn apart, the thunder collapsed, the energy waves shattered, and the cracks on the ground extended to the end of the battlefield, like an unfathomable crack.

Immediately afterwards, the bodies of Golden Lion, Charlotte Lingling and Wang Zhi were suddenly thrown out as if they were hit by an invisible force.

Their bodies fell heavily to the ground in mid-air like kites with broken strings, making a dull thud and splashing up clouds of dust.

Each person's body was covered with knife marks, blood soaked their clothes, and pain spread through their nerve endings.

However, before they could even utter a cry of pain, they had already lost consciousness and lay on the ground, unknown whether they were alive or dead.

The battlefield suddenly fell into deathly silence.

The originally noisy roars and fighting sounds disappeared in an instant, leaving only the whistling sound of the wind, as if sighing for the defeat of these great pirates.

The figure of Izambalon V. Nasujuro was like an unshakable mountain, with blood dripping from the blade, emitting a heart-pounding chill.

He stood there, looking down at the pirates lying on the ground, his eyes full of coldness and disdain.

"Foolish struggle."

He shook his head slightly, as if mocking the delusions and arrogance of these pirates.

Those powerful men who once turned the tide on the sea were now so vulnerable that they could not even withstand the power of his sword.

At this moment, the outcome was decided. The sneer of Izambalon V. Nasujuro Saint was like a sharp blade in the cold winter, piercing the hearts of every spectator.

The battle was over, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood and the remnants of gunpowder, as if even the wind had stopped at this moment, unwilling to dissipate for a long time.

At this moment, Mary Geoise was like a ruin after being baptized by war, in a mess.

The magnificent buildings have lost their former glory and are now in ruins after being ravaged by fierce fighting.

The towering statues were shattered into scattered pieces of stone, and even the ground was covered with deep cracks, as if the earth was silently protesting against the war.

Most of those celestial dragons who prided themselves on being superior have now lost their former arrogance.

Dressed in luxurious robes, they moved in panic among the ruins, some kneeling on the ground, covering their injured parts, wailing and crying;

Some had dull eyes, as if they had completely lost their minds, and only a corpse-like body remained;

Others were crawling on the ground, muttering something, praying for blessings from the illusory gods.

Some of the originally pure white robes were now covered in dust and blood, blending in with the surrounding mud, looking particularly ironic.

The guards in charge of cleaning up the scene had solemn expressions, their hands covered with scratches and bloodstains.

They carefully carried the remaining bodies out of the rubble and placed them in a temporary morgue nearby.

Each corpse was covered with torn cloth or broken armor. Those once-invincible celestial dragons and guards had now turned into the same cold dead, without the slightest difference.

The guards' hands were shaking and they felt mixed emotions.

Some people whispered the names of their comrades silently, while others just mechanically repeated the same actions, as if only in this way could they temporarily forget the tragic reality that they were unwilling to face.

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